The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-12-26

- only employment for which nature ever in
tended her, IN sending we.wrlttcn short con
\trIbutions to various periodicals.
Over and over, AT first, they had all come
pine, with the dlsplritlng message declined
ia thanks" or mot found available" or
|nc other courteous, stereotyped phrase, and
ways empty.handed.
But after many trials, one day a little MS.
found an editor In gentle mood, or II was
couched In rarely pleasing language, or else
God prospered IT," Instead OF the expected
return Of the large white envelope, there came
small one which enclosed q cheque. After
that the struggle grew slightly but steadily
less difficult, aud now she was the successful
author Of the last famous novel, whose pub
fishers were generously apprecIatIve OF her
talent
So now, comfortably rich by her own exer-
tlon, she had found out her own value; never
copcsited, but simply sef-respectful, she
sought to be TO that world of struggling wom-
en- workers, always so easy to find, firm and
benencent friend
- Eut Cupid Is Jolly little scamp, and pen.
Aretrospecton suits him not at all. OF all
Arrangements his busy br ain plotted, for
6S(Ay's work, none interested h i'm so great.
Nv as the case OF ''thls wildly woman and this
WILDLY man."
$3.50 **** $500 #***
"You'll get lost up there without guide"
shouted Schuyler Rhlnelander.
'Oh, ! guess not. Pm an old traveller"
answered Livingston, as he helped Mrs. Neil
roy over the rocks.
Her blue flannel costume was very becom-
ing, and so was the bewItching little shade hat,
with Its long blue feather; and 4 "blue stock
Ing" we know that she was, but not an I'M
pleasant one.
Cnpid, not wishing to bruisc his plump lit
tie feet, perched on Livinpstou's shoulder,
and improved the golden opportunity" by
whispering In his ear
''IIow fair her little hand how sweet her
womanly smlle How young and strong she
seems! how charmlngly natural aud unlike
society talk Is every sentence she speaks and
oh, how wise she sn
Eyes, yes" assented the doomed listener.
#*
''Oh Mr.. Livingston--are We really lost!
Cannot we find the way back, somehow
Poor man he had been in tight places"
before. but In none so uncomfortable as this.
! II lie could have seized the wicked little god
then and there lie would have quickly slenc
his sweet, cooking prattle and have boxed
~ immortaps ears most soundly.
For the imp was at the bottom of 1t, OF
course; and these two unwary souls had been
entlced to lovely, lonely spot where they had
GLORIOUS view" but nobody had view of
them and then he had set their tongues
a-golng, while he took n well.earned nap.
Each life story was unfolded to the other,
and each pair Of lips murmured delightful
words OF sympathy; while each heart realized
that 1t was not old, but had merely been de-
MED OF its youth till now a delicious waking
up had been vouchsafed It,
At the end Of these recltals IL was as won
derful to see how naturally the gray coat
sleeve slipped round the trim blue waist, and
in that close proximity the gray mustache and
the gray bang so easily fell
Meanwhile, the other tourists, not all of
whom wero lovers, and but few of them we're
climbers, grew tired Of the jaunt, and saun-
tered slowly homeward. Only Rhlnelander
missed one couple and, remembering his
prophecy, felicltously rubbed his hands.
~ told them so! tn be good joke, and
pll never let them hear the last Of It,"
A whippoorwll cried out suddenly, and
Gertrude McElroy, with little self-consclous
shiver came back to earth. So did Livingston;
and so, alas did Cupid.
But the night was upon them; already in
the shadow OF the rock above them, which hid
the western sky, 1t was very dark.
Don't be afraid darling. We will find the
\ road Pm sure. think we should turn to the
klght; the hotel must certainly be down in
Shat direction"
at does not seem SO to me. but don't
know, I'm sure. 1t is so dark and the bushes
hide everything. Oh, what shall we do''
The poor woman who had placed so many
pairs Of fictitious lovers In worse predl caments
trembled now at her own dilemma
The little god walked up, greatly refreshed
and seeing his work all done, tucked his
arrows away snugly in his culver. 1t had
been jolly days work.
so he popped up on. shoulder again and
whispered to this 'old traveller" who now
seemed strangely distressed and III at ease, -
Strike out over yonder There's road
there, and IL leads to a settlement. OF cottagers.
You'll never reach the hotel tonight"
Thereupon, Philip Livingston took the
dainty white hand and led the way with an
air OF SO much assurance that Gertrude lost
all fear, and stumbled happily along over the
rough mountain road, IN a new delightful
sense OF ''being taken care Of" And she
never dreamed till afterward how heavy that
care had been TO her protector
The night was moonless, even the stars
refused to shine. What II the cottages should |
not be found, and they be obliged to pass the
hours of darkness, unsheltcred, ON this |
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